“Where do you want my cum?” I ask, tucking my finger under her chin to stop her and force her eyes to mine.
Pulling off my dick, she jerks her hand up and down my pulsing shaft, breathing hard. “My mouth. I want your cum on my tongue.”
Yep. That’ll fucking do it.
The second she has her lips around me again, I force her back down, taking me deep, and then I hold her there for a few seconds, thrusting my hips and stiffening, my entire body going rigid as my orgasm crashes over me so suddenly, I gasp out.
“Fuck!” I groan, panting, fucking whimpering as my balls release, coating the back of Poppy’s throat as she stares up at me,tears streaming down her flushed cheeks as she takes every last fucking drop, swallowing me greedily with a whining moan.
“Ah, shit,” I mutter, tugging on Poppy’s hair and urging her off me when I’m overstimulated.
Sitting up, Poppy stares up at me, her eyes huge as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Was that okay?”
Breathless, I’m barely even fucking sentient as I try to come down, my cock still pulsing as it lays against my hip. I drag a hand down over my face, trying to find some semblance of composure, huffing an incredulous laugh. “Are you serious?”
Poppy blinks.
“Get up here, baby.” I reach down and grab her arm, pulling her up.
She climbs on, straddling me, and I stare straight into those deep-blue eyes, trailing my fingers down over her cheek, her lips, collecting the drop of my cum from her chin before sliding it into her mouth. Her eyes flare when she realizes, and she takes my breath away yet again by sucking it hard and humming at the taste, her tongue swirling around my thumb, lashes fluttering.
“That was perfect, Pops,” I bite out. “In fact, I think you might’ve fucking ruined me.”
Poppy’s face falls.
“In the best way,” I add quickly, offering her a reassuring smile. “In the best fucking way, I promise.”
Her shoulders relax, and I cup both her cheeks, pulling her closer and claiming her lips with mine, groaning when I taste myself on her tongue. She wraps her arms around my neck, kissing me back with fervor, her tongue sliding with mine in an unexpected way that’s filthy, and sexy and so unlike her, but in the best possible way. And, I can’t help but grin into our kiss because I think I just discovered something deep inside Poppy, something I don’t think she knew was in there, and I can’t fucking wait to see what else I can help her uncover.
CHAPTER 35
POPPY
We have been back from Texas for a few days, and Brookes has been so busy with more interviews and meetings and golf practice, I’ve barely even seen him. But he’s been climbing into my bed late every night. The first night it happened, I stirred, and in my sleep-filled daze, I asked him if he wanted a blow job because apparently, in my sleep, I’m now the reigning queen of blow jobs, it seems. But he simply shushed me, pressed a light kiss to my shoulder, and held me from behind while murmuring words I’m not sure I imagined or not, but words that have stayed with me ever since.
“I sleep better with you in my arms.”
My phone shudders in my hand, interrupting my idle scrolling through social media, and I smile at Brookes’ name displayed on the notification.
Brookes: Truth or dare?
I’m fully aware I’m smiling like a goofball, but I don’t care.
Me: Truth.
Brookes: Do you think you’re strong enough to carry my golf bag?
My eyebrows tug together at his random and completely unexpected question.
Me: Um… I don’t know. I guess. Why?
Brookes: Truth or dare? But you can’t say truth.
Shaking my head to myself, I laugh, more confused than I’ve ever been.
Me: Dare.
Brookes: I dare you to caddy for me tomorrow.
